Chapter 1: Divorce
"Ewan, I want a divorce."
Athena spoke, finding her voice a minute after seeing her husband, Ewan, and his self-acclaimed best friend, Fiona, in an intimate position on the black, long, plushy L-shaped, gold trimmed sofa in the sitting room.
What good husband would abandon his wife to grief today? What good husband would choose his work—or rather mistress now—to spending at least five minutes to mourn with his wife over her mother's death? What good husband was that cold hearted?
Seeing them had brought to her remembrance the unflattering, yet heartbreaking picture that Fiona had sent to her two days ago; of Ewan sleeping at Fiona's home, in her bed, intertwined with her.
Athena had been beyond pained then, but now she just let out a sarcastic laugh.
Divorce?
Athena had always thought it an abstract event, relegated to certain people, but not her. Yet at this moment, this was the only thing she wanted to do. Oh, the tides of life!
She watched now as Fiona dealt her a withering glare before slithering out of the arms of Ewan who had turned lazily to see the disrupter of his peace.
"What did you just say, Athena?" Ewan asked, sitting up properly on the sofa, his countenance, a canvas of aloofness. A bystander would think that he was asking about the weather, or inquiring about the time.